Bekle [English translation]

Wait, even these hard exiles have a return

Wait, remember us in difficult days

Like demoiselle cranes, like two inseparable chums

Wrapped under the shadow of a cedar tree

Saluting the spring, uttering a couple of words

Carefree days, nights are brewed

We used to love roses with their thorns

We used to smell them till our hands bleed

Is there any rose without thorns? We didn't used to sigh

Wait, wait. Do we ever surrender?

This painful longing is like an advice

It gets an end after expired one day

Darkness definitley rejoin with luminousness

That day you'll see how feast is like

Wait, in a warm morning of june

Wait, heat left side of bed

Like demoiselle cranes, like two inseparable chums

Wrapped under the shadow of a cedar tree

Saluting the spring, uttering a couple of words

Carefree days, nights are brewed